Lyrical Breakdown of God Might Judge - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "God Might Judge" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Logic weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "God Might Judge" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Logic employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Logic's narrative.

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Ayy, this one for all the ladies out there This like that old Kanye That College Dropout Kanye This that new workout though When you in the gym and shit, doing squats Hah, ayy, we finna turn up man Yeah, yeah All my girls, yeah, they know the deal I'ma keep it a hundred, girl, I'ma keep it real I'ma tell you the truth, it don't matter how you feel First class but my shirt Coach Never bougie, I ain't scared to hit the roach Straight up out the ashtray, out the ashtray Everybody know that boy, he got a lot of cash play I am the Young Sinatra, do it my way I do 180 on the highway I gotta couple cars in my driveway I got a couple bras in my driveway I say, "Who got the Uber on they phone?" I ain't tryna cuddle with your girl, you sleepin' on you own Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you could tell by the tone Got a lotta women waitin' by they phone, all alone But I'm here for you When I get home, I'll be the one to pull your hair for you The only one to get up in your favorite area And I'm way back Where it's deep down She love it when I make her come to my compound She play my music just to hear my voice Yeah, that boy so busy she ain't got a choice Know I put that work in 'til that girl ain't got a voice Roll my weed on the dash, you could call me Rolls-Royce I'ma fuck you in the west wing, then the east Throw you on the dinner table, then get to the feast Oh no, she might not be the woman, she the right freak She even got my name tatted on her right cheek Oh, God might judge her but the boy won't You know the boy will satisfy you like a toy won't Yeah, these other dudes playin' but the boy don't Say it might not work, what do they know? God-God-God might judge her, but the boy won't You know the boy will satisfy you like a toy won't Yeah, these other dudes playin' but the boy don't Say it might not work, what do they know? Uh, got a lot to give, got a lot to give I just fucked around and dropped more M's on my crib Yes, I got a lot to give, got a lot to give Get the fuck up out my business (let that boy live) Okay, shawty said she want it, so I know she need it Never put my hands on her, but you know I beat it Like Mike, beat it up like Michael I can't throw these girls away, that boy Logic recycle Open up the Rolodex, I'm goin' through a cycle I ain't really wanna party, but I might go psycho Like, what up with it? I'ma get it, I'ma hit it, baby, step back Second I step in, they know that I'm reppin' it, baby, what's that? PLP, this the B-O-double B, why? I don't know how, but I'm feelin' pretty fly I just wanna take a moment, tell you that you're worth it But you're perfect Baby, you're beautiful, you deserve it God might judge her, but the boy won't You know the boy will satisfy you like a toy won't Yeah, these other dudes playin' but the boy don't Say it might not work, what do they know? God-God-God might judge her, but the boy won't You know the boy will satisfy you like a toy won't Yeah, these other dudes playin' but the boy don't Say it might not work, what do they know? Uh, get it, baby girl You deserve it, you're perfect If you ain't ever had a man tell you that you're- Get it-get it-get it baby girl, you deserve it, you're perfect If you ain't ever had a man tell you that you're worth it then I will Oh, yeah, you know girl that I will Yeah, I promise you right now that I will Ain't got no title, but I don't believe that I'm gonna leave Oh, no, no, girl, do not worry 'bout that Yeah, I'm gon' jump on this jet, but I promise that I'm comin' back I said yeah, I'm gon' jump on this jet, but I promise that I'm comin' back for you Girl, I'll never break your heart But I'll break your back I'm gonna tear that pussy apart Soon as I get back Shawty, don't play, girl, you know what I need A beautiful woman to take care of me I close my eyes, and you're all that I see You want a man and want it to be me I want it too, but I need to be free Is that selfish of me? Is that selfish? (I think so) Maybe I'm scared Maybe I'm scared 'cause it's been so long Would you be there? Would you be there for me to hold on? Maybe I'm scared Maybe I'm scared 'cause it's been so long Would you be there? Would you be there for me to hold when it's over? Promise you won't ever tell me it's over God might judge her, but the boy won't You know the boy will satisfy you like a toy won't Yeah, these other dudes playin' but the boy don't Say it might not work, what do they know? God-God-God might judge her, but the boy won't You know the boy will satisfy you like a toy won't Yeah, these other dudes playin' but the boy don't Say it might not work, what do they know?